This is a song about "Passing time"

Even passing out that eminem guy

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Napolean passing pneumonia on the podium

I was born to do the damn thing

About how your life is passing.

Passing my glamour, everyone taking pictures of me with their cameras!

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I'm just passing and going, there's no stopping me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

While in the distance i hear passing cars

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked